Chen Mu looked at the overwhelming advance of Li Wuyou and felt his scalp tingle.
This damned thing doesn't play by the rules!
Run?
Li Wuyou moved like a ghost, and for the past twenty or so days, despite using all his tricks, he had been unable to shake him off. Now with so many copies to assist him, there was no way he could escape.
Fight?
One Li Wuyou had already driven him to the brink of exhaustion; now with thousands of Li Wuyous swarming at him, fighting was out of the question!
"Quick, which way to the River of Oblivion?" Chen Mu urgently asked Lü Liang.
"Six hundred li south of Feng'an City there's a stretch of the River of Oblivion," Lü Liang replied hoarsely, leaning against the crenel of the city wall, his face filled with bitterness. "It's no use, Feng'an City has become King Wuyou's hunting ground, and now that he is going all out, he'll never let us escape."